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I took the underwear catalog to school, and then I sat across the street at the bus stop to look at the pictures. #CP

I had a friend, and she had a big brother, that took them in the bathroom to jerk off. I got to talk to him, and even showed him my panties, but he didn’t have any money, so I couldn’t fool around with him.

Let me explain, I’m a little whore. My mommy called my daddy’s new wife “His little whore,” but she wasn’t really. Just a college student, she didn’t even work in a strip club to pay her way through college, but she could have.

He sent us pictures, with my brothers on the beach. They moved to Florida with him, so I only got to see them on summer, but they didn’t think I was old enough to know about sex, either. So, they cock blocked me all summer, but I guess it’s a long story.

The short version is I was molested in 1st grade, by a 6 grader. Back before I really knew what sex was, but he told me what that word means. A whore has sex for money, kinda like a stripper, only they just dance, and take their clothes off for tips. Give lap dances for more money, but you can’t touch them.

That’s the rules in the strip clubs, but my daddy didn’t stop there. He cheated on mommy with hookers too, but he didn’t do blow. At least I didn’t think he was into drugs, just hookers, and strippers, but he drank a little. That’s the rules too, you have to buy at least 2 drinks to sit in a titty bar.

They’ve got a lot of topless bars in Florida too, but aunt Stacy just wears bikinis on the beach, and my brothers weren’t old enough to drink in stripper clubs with dad yet. The first year or 2, I mostly just played with boys on lunch for quarters, or a dollar. At most 5 buck blow jobs, but that was just the 6 graders.

Most boys at my school didn’t even like girls, and called each other “Girly” to make fun of them. Like girls call each other whores, even if they don’t mean it. My firends don’t know that it’s really true about me. They’re pretty oblivious, they didn’t even notice the pervert across the street.

It was Wednesday, so sure enough, he got off the bus to look at little girls, after school. I just took a deep breath, and sighed. “Huh!”

“Hey,” he came around behind the bench, and looked over my shoulder while the bus closed it’s doors, and drove off. Not the school bus, the big city bus, it goes all the way down town. “What are you looking at?”

“Huh!” I sighed again, “Too bad they don’t make such pretty underwear in my size, so I guess I have to wait until I get a body like that.” I closed the Victoria’s Secret. I figured Fredricks of Hollywood was NSFW, so I didn’t take it to school with me. Since they had stuff like crotchless underwear, and bras with holes to show your nipples.

He came around the other side, and sat down next to me, leaning real close, and looking around. To see if anybody noticed him, picking me up, right in front of the school. The office was right across the street, and the parking lot, but the busses were in the way.

“Waiting for the bus?” He didn’t touch my legs, or put his arm around me, much less sit me in his lap. He didn’t dare, but I bet he wanted to. I had lots of friends, boys and girls, but mostly girls. Most boys just gave me 50 cents to see my underwear, or a dollar to take them off. Another 50 cents to watch me pee, but that was it. They didn’t even come back, once they got to see how girls pee, but they could barely even get it up.

Most boys in my school barely had enough money to buy a soda from the machines for lunch. Even the 6 graders, but a few of them could afford a blow job now, and then. This was my first full grown man, with money. I shrugged, “I can always catch the next one.”

The same one he did. He stopped bye to sit on the bus stop, after school, but only for an hour. Then, he rode it back to the mall, and drove home from the Park&Ride there, but only on his days off. He worked 9-5, but he had Wednesdays off. So, he had a job, he even had a car, but he took the bus for an excuse to sit on the bus stop, after school.

He asked me my name, and I said “Vicky,” short for Victoria, as in Victoria’s secret? When he asked me “How old are you, Vicky?” I lied, and said I was ten. Obviously, that was way too old, because I didn’t even have all my grown-up teeth, but they grew back in up front. He told me how grown up I was, for a 5th grader, and said other stuff like that, until the next bus came.

Not the same bus, so it only took 20 minutes or so, instead of waiting the whole hour. That one went to the mall too, before it went all the way downtown. They all did, since the mall was close, just around the loop to the next exit. As soon as he sat down, I sat in his lap, and hugged him. “I’m sleepy, daddy.” I just called him that, so no one else on the bus knew what I was doing.

‘Don’t call me that,’ he lowered his voice to a whisper, and looked around. Afraid, but nobody was watching.

“Huh, I’m sorry. I know you’re not my real father, but since you married my mommy. I thought it would be okay, but until we get to know each other.”

“It’s okay, but just. Take a nap until we get home.” I almost giggled, because it’s funny. I had no idea that a man like him could get so uncomfortable, because I thought he was a child molester. I wasn’t even 8 yet, so all they said about pedophiles was they wanted to touch us in our privates, and make us feel uncomfortable, or to tell an adult that you trust if one did.

It turns out that he was just a look but don’t touch pedophile, and not a dirty daddy. By which I mean a dirty “Daddy,” but he didn’t want me to call him that. It made him feel uncomfortable too.

So, then he took me shopping, but he couldn’t take me home. He had a wife, and kids, but I don’t know how many. How young, and which are boys or girls, because he wouldn’t show me pictures. He didn’t want to talk about them either, which is funny for such a shutterbug.

Of course they didn’t have anything in my size at the Victoria’s Secret store. So, we didn’t even go in, but I stopped, and held his hand before we walked past it. “Which one is the sexiest?” I squeezed his hand. “Come on, you know they wear that stuff to look sexy.”

“Come on,” he pulled me away, when a couple walked bye. He leaned down, when they were far enough to whisper. ‘you trying to get me arrested?’

I giggled, “No. Not after my first boyfriend got arrested. I didn’t know what I was doing then, I was really young, so I told the wrong girl, and she tattled on him.”

“Well, come on.” He dragged me off to store after store, until he found one with a training bra that was small enough to fit me. It sure took a long long time, but then we went out to the parking lot, where I could put one on, and model for him.

He sat in his car, with a polaroid, and took pictures. “That’s good, just turn a little to the left. Not your body, just your face.”

So, I stuck my butt out in my new panties, and blew him a kiss. “Is this my best side?”

Kzzzzzzt! He pulled it out, and shook it, but he was smiling, and he had a big boner in his pants. “Huh, open up your pants, so I can see your big hard cock.”

“Uh, you know, you’re a little too young to say stuff like that.”

“Yeah, I know, but you got your dirty pictures, so give me the camera.”

“Okay?” He handed it over, and I checked the little hole with the number 3. “Let me come around the other side.” I took a picture of his license plate. Kzzzzzt! “Oops!” I pulled it out, and stuck it in my pocket, before it developed. It was really loud, winding the picture out, so I held it up. “This is the button to take a picture, huh?”

“Yeah,” he looked around, but he had his pants open. The doors closed, but the windows rolled down.

“Hold it up so I can see it, and move your hand.” I looked through the view finder. “Right there,” KZZZZZT! I checked the little window, with the number [1] in it. “I only have 1 left, so I better save it for when you finish jerking off.”

“Huh, you want me to beat off, right here?”

“Huh, yeah. I want you to cum, I want to see it. I want to watch you cum all over the place, yeah. Beat it, beat it hard, you can do it, ihihihn!”

“Uh, fuck. Huh!”

Kzzzt! I pulled my new coat shut, and stuck the picture in my pocket. With the rest of them, then I unlocked the door to get in with him. While he wiped it up off the steering wheel, and fixed his pants up. “You better take me home before my mom gets worried.”

“Yeah, okay.” His hand were really shaking, but he got his keys out, and started up the car. He backed in, so he could open up the doors, and no one could see me walking around in nothing but a coat, and underwear.

“Not all the way, you can just drop me off on the corner by my neighborhood. The gas station’s fine, but I’ll see you next week?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

I giggled, “Of course not, but you want to see me again, don’t you? I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

“Where do you live?” He asked before we got to the lady at the gate. At the bottom of the parking lot, so he could pay her to let us out. I just giggled, and shook my head, until she closed the window, and we drove off.

“I’m not going to tell you,” but he didn’t have much cash in his wallet. He payed for my new coat, training bra, and underwear with a credit card, but I didn’t ask him for any money. He bought me all this stuff, so I didn’t need it. Money’s only good for what you can buy, but I had the pictures to hide when I got home.

Mom asked me where I got the coat from, but I told her that they gave them away at school for winter. It wasn’t a fur coat, it just had a little fur around the cuffs, and collars, but I made up “Coats for kids, it’s just like Toys for Tots, only they’re coats for winter.” It was long enough to hang down over my butt, and hide my underwear, though. Too bad he didn’t want to buy me any fishnets, and high heel boots.

I had the pictures, so I could get more money from him later, but he never came back. I guess I scared him off, so I took the bus to give them to the police.

If he didn’t want to pay to play, then he could go to jail. I didn’t have time to waste on guys like him. Not when there’s real men with real money to spend on a girl like me, but I guess it’s a start…

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